Become a villain after transmigrating into an infinite game

Chapter 132
"Brother Daochang, do you know how to heal?" Mu Jing was surprised.

"That's it!" Song Jingyun tugged at his sleeve triumphantly, almost breaking the cuff buttons of his suit.

"Oh my God," Song Jingyun quickly flicked his cuffs to check, and heaved a sigh of relief, "It's okay, it's okay, it's not broken."

He resentfully gave up rolling up his sleeves, "I forgot that this is not a Taoist robe, it almost broke a thing worth thousands of dollars."

"..."

"Although she shaved her beard and tied her hair, and wore new clothes," Mu Jing muttered, "it still looks unreliable."

"What are you talking about, people should not be judged by their appearance! I am the direct disciple of our head, and Chinese medicine is a compulsory course. I am the first in the assessment every year, okay?!"

Song Jingyun walked up to Quan Heng, as if he was about to cut off his hand: "Hold out your hand, old Chinese doctor, no, the priest will feel your pulse."

Mu Jing probed to watch, and asked curiously, "How do Chinese medicine take the pulse?"

"Want to know?" Song Jingyun raised his eyebrows.

Mu Jing nodded.

"Okay," Song Jingyun said happily, "I'll tell you if I give you the money."

Mu Jing: "..."

"I'll give you a friendly price," Song Jingyun continued to sell, "fifty an hour."

"cash?"

"That's so vulgar," Song Jingyun waved his hands with a cheerful face, "Just give fifty game coins!"

You are refined, you have to add a few more numbers after the cash!

Mu Jing pouted: "Then I don't want to know."

"Okay, I won't charge you money. Just stop getting angry with Quan Heng in the future, and let me live a few more years."

Song Jingyun stretched his legs, hooked his toes over the chair to sit down, raised his chin slightly, and signaled Mu Jing to move the small stool closer.

"Let your sister Quan be the textbook, if you don't speak for three seconds, you agree, three—"

Quan Heng raised his eyebrows slightly, and was about to open his mouth.

"One, you agree." Song Jingyun quickly jumped over and pulled Quan Heng's right hand.

Quan Heng laughed and let him use himself as a teaching material.

"The most important thing in Chinese medicine is experience, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it takes time to learn - I have studied with my master for more than ten years, and now I will tell you something easy to understand, which is considered popular science."

Song Jingyun saw it clearly: "The foreigner paid 200 million to buy my master's two prescriptions, but my master didn't sell them, and he was slandered by his own countrymen that Chinese medicine is not good and western medicine is better... Hey, outsiders are starting to steal, and Chinese medicine is still a bunch of their own. People are against it, and it will take a long time to revive it.”

Mu Jing nodded half-understanding, feeling that Song Jingyun was a little sad, "Brother Daochang said it easy, I will listen."

"Okay, the pulse is too deep, so I'll give you a brief explanation of the technique." Song Jingyun rubbed Mu Jing's head, "Generally, both hands are needed to cut the pulse. The left hand is the heart, liver and kidney, and the right hand is the lung, spleen, vital gate—your hands Stretch it flat and put it on the bed naturally."

Song Jingyun watched Quan Heng cooperate with satisfaction:
"The place where the pulse is usually taken is the Cunkou pulse, which is divided into Cun, Guan, and Chi. Look at this, you will see a protruding bone on the wrist, which is the side of the thumb.

"Put your hand on this protrusion, tsk, take your hand...on the inner edge of the protrusion, you can feel the arterial fluctuations, this part is the 'off', along the fingertips, it is an inch up, and down is an inch. 'ruler'.

"Cun, Guan, and Chi correspond to different viscera: in the left hand, Cun corresponds to the heart and the middle of the body; Guan corresponds to the liver and gallbladder, and Chi corresponds to the kidneys and abdomen. In the right hand, Cun corresponds to the lungs and chest, and Guan corresponds to the spleen and stomach. The ruler corresponds to the kidney and the abdomen."

Mu Jing felt miraculous: "It's jumping and jumping."

"Nonsense, if a living person doesn't dance, he will die."

Song Jingyun knocked on his forehead, Mu Jing touched his forehead, and nestled beside Quan Heng unconvinced.

"It's not enough to say a word." Song Jingyun continued to teach, "Generally, the pulse checker is required to breathe evenly, have a serious attitude, and focus on distinguishing the pulse carefully under the fingers. And it is best not to take less than 1 minute for each pulse diagnosis."

"why?"

"Because the pulse condition shows the real-time changes in the physical state of a living person, and the human body is complex, so the diagnosis of the pulse condition is also very complicated. Of course, it must be careful—of course, some experienced old Chinese medicine practitioners are exceptions. Ten seconds is enough for a small cold."

Song Jingyun said cheerfully, "Do you really think it's like a genius doctor in an idol drama who can diagnose difficult diseases in a few seconds?"

"I don't look at those strange things," Mu Jing urged, "Brother Daochang, take your pulse and stop talking."

"Okay, this is the end of the teaching class." Song Jingyun clapped his fingers and calmed down.

Quan Heng watched him go from calm to slightly frowning, and raised his eyes to look at her, "Left hand."

Quan Heng smiled: "It doesn't matter, I can tell..."

"Left hand." Song Jingyun repeated in a deep voice.

Quan Heng was helpless, and stretched out his hand cooperatively, waiting for Song Jingyun to cut his pulse.

"The pulse is slow and slows down."

Song Jingyun lowered his voice and frowned, "I understand that you have a weak pulse. After all, you have a leg problem. I can also understand that you have a thin pulse and lack of energy. You use eight hundred minds a day, and it's impossible not to think too much."

"But the visceral qi is weak, you are here to burn your life with such a big fortune?"

Song Jingyun got up: "Have you had major surgery more than once, and you haven't cultivated properly each time?"

For Lanzhuang to develop to this point in four or five years, the top decision-makers may have to work hard.

Quan Heng patted Mu Jing's head reassuringly, "It has nothing to do with thinking, it may be because there are too many ICU admissions."

Lan Zhuang moved too many people's cakes, and the people in dirty places also have dirty methods, Quan Heng is always unable to guard against.

"No," Song Jingyun laughed angrily, "You seem very proud?"

"Walking around the gate of hell is quite rewarding."

Quan Heng smiled and said, "You don't have to worry if you know medicine, it's not considered a disease, just warming up. Besides, you're still in the game now."

"It's the first time I've heard of the game raising people. And the border state is loaded..."

Song Jingyun's eyes fell on the eighteen sons on Quan Heng's wrist, "You will lose your brand without it—what is the origin of this string of eighteen sons?"

"It's my mother's relic," Quan Heng rubbed the beads, "Of course, I don't know if she really passed away."

If he didn't witness the death with his own eyes, it would be doubtful to Quan Heng.

Song Jingyun hesitated, "What is your surname Lingtang?"

"I only know that there is a word "Lan" in her name, but I don't know her surname. "

"I don't know?" Song Jingyun was stunned, "Didn't your father tell you?"

Quan Heng's tone was calm: "No."

Song Jingyun nodded hesitantly, not ashamed to continue asking.

"I'll be alone with Xiaoting for a while." Quan Heng glanced at the clock, "Go out of the cafeteria and turn right, at the end of the corridor - this weekend, there should be dessert for lunch."

"That's good." Song Jingyun took Mu Jing, "I'll take him there first, and I'll shoot a video for you there, and pick some favorite food to bring back for you."

In this kind of private hospital, the hospitalization fee alone costs four figures a day, and Song Jingyun is not afraid of packing and taking away without an insulated box.

Quan Heng watched him close the door and leave, the usual gentleness on his face dissipated, and his eyes were alienated and indifferent: "Why did you enter Keneq?"

Ding Dong!

The mechanical sound is in the ear:

"The higher the difficulty of the audition map, the exclusive brand, the stronger the natal weapon, and the higher the basic sequence that the preparatory players will get after becoming a full-time player. It can adapt to the difficulty of the global competition faster."

Inside the words, the revealed meaning is for Quan Heng to better participate in the competition.

"Really?" Quan Heng smiled, "I thought it was to retaliate that I played the human direction—or to be more precise, to prevent the invasion of the monster world."

After a moment of silence, the cold mechanical voice sounded again:

"Player Quan Heng, when you handed Shibazi to other humans, you already guessed the difficulty of the map. You allowed him to enter the border area passively, and you are the one who voluntarily gave up the "safe path"."

"Myself?"

Quan Heng lowered his eyes and fiddled with the beads, and smiled lightly, "If I use the special iron to pull Sang Ting into the border area, he will enter Ekhi with me."

(End of this chapter)